Novel & Cerita I Overheard That She Was 19

He said. I gulped. She walked closer to me. I dropped my gaze down. But like Carlos, she reached for my chin and forced my face up. My tears filled eyes, rested on hers. She has hazel eyes. Disturbing ones. "How old are you?" She asked. "E...Eighteen" I stuttered. She hummed. "She is quite young." "And fresh." Carlos added. I felt the nut in my stomach again. "Interesting." She said, letting go off my chin. "Take her to the room." She ordered.

When I zip up, she stares at me with an unreadable expression and her mouth slightly open. Drake- What is her deal? Me- Same as all the others. Drake- I need to have a conversation with our father. Me- Won’t do any good. She moves off of me and goes back to work. I’m not an idiot. When we land, I see she has been crying. “How old are you, nineteen?” I ask. I think I remember her from school, but I could be wrong. “Yeah,” she answers, but doesn’t look at me.

As I said, my daughter was nineteen. It was a Friday night the very first time something... happened.

She said and I shrugged. “That's exactly what's going to happen, anyways!” I shrugged and just then I heard the tapping of heels against the pavement. “Oww, you guys went on with the meeting without me?” A bitchy voice came and I needed Noone to tell me who owns it. Carmen Ballister. Thirty Nine years old woman that's even a bigger problem than her so called ‘husband’ How she has such an old kid at a young age is a mystery but there are rumors that she got pregnant at a very early age.

It was not Heather, but a girl around 18 or 19 years old. She looked young and beautiful in a short red skirt and a high ponytail.

I leaned forward slowly and whispered into her ear, “Answer me.” I can’t believe she used the opportunity to sniff me. And then, she said, “I’m 15 years old, I will be 16 in the next half moon.” I almost gasp at her young age. I backed away from her since I succeeded in collecting her phone. “You are young, Remi.” “I’m experienced and I have seen and done things,” She still looks shocked at my sudden intrusion, “I’m not a little girl.” A deep curiosity struck me.

If this is a dream I need to wake up fast. “Alora honey.. I really want to but I can’t!.” I replied and I saw a disappointed look on her face. I cupped her face in my palm. “You’re too young for this!.” I told her and then kissed her forehead. She sat up and stared at me blankly. “I am nineteen!.” She finally said. “I know that!, I doubt you’re ready!.” I replied.

I say as a half-joke. The stranger folds his arms, flexing his biceps and I swallow again. He notices my staring and his lips curl in a half-smile. “How old are you?” “Here.” I fish out my ID from my pocket and stretch it to him. He doesn’t collect it, not even a peek at it to know my name. “I’m nineteen.” “Nineteen?” Technically, nineteen is seventeen plus two years, so I can pass for a sweet nineteen. “Yes.”

Her voice was soft, perfectly fitting her angelic face. I accepted the coffee with a ‘thanks’ and took a sip. ‘It’s perfect,’ I said, and she smiled wider. “I’m glad you like it,” she said. “Can I ask a question?” “Of course.” She said it with that beautiful soft voice. "How old are you?" I asked, hoping it didn’t sound rude or too forward. She didn’t seem bothered. “I’m nineteen.” Nineteen. A year older than I’d thought. But still, not old enough.

She immediately said, All suspicion that was written all over her face cleared, her clenched fist was released as she smiled then made a turn like she was about to leave the room. I let out a sigh of relief. But just as I released my tensed body parts, she made a short turn, looking at the man beside me. She walked up to me, moved over to his side as she hooked her hands over his and said with a sweet smile, “Don't let this attitude fool you. She's just nineteen.” He looked surprised by her words, he looked over at me with a shocked look. She patted him and said in a dramatic way, “She's still my baby.”